The Guest Book Novels & Stories

“Is there a problem?” “To be honest, I find it interesting how easy it was to walk in off the streets, give you a name, and you provide me with such hospitality.” I flipped the key card between my fingers. “Is that something normal? Do you not ask to see identification? What if I wasn’t who I claimed to be, but a serial killer?” I cocked a brow at the doe-eyed woman with her thin-framed glasses perched atop her aristocratic nose. “Quite the opposite. All guests must provide identification during the booking process and when they check in at the desk. We offer security to both our guests and staff,” Lynette explained, her face taking on a more serious expression.

“I am truly sorry, sir. For security purposes, I cannot register guests without ID.” His other hand went into his jacket. He set down a thick wad of cash beside the card. Not tossed. Not carelessly. Just placed, as if he were offering a tip. Or a choice. The woman stared at it. Her voice softened to something unrecognizable from before. “Let me see what I can do.” She pulled two entry cards from a drawer beneath the counter. Slide. Slide. Two identical glossy passes. She placed them on top of the cash. “Welcome to the Titan Excursion Experience. Enjoy your trip.”

Guests are welcomed with a meal. After the meal, they were giving out handbooks that patiently and happily explained with their Luna, one of the staff in the office. "Thank you, everyone! Our handsome cowboys will be going to guide you all to your respective log cabins. Enjoy your stay here at M&B Creek Ranch. See you all tomorrow. Goodnight!" ended Luna. She handed the list of the guests and their assigned cabins to me. I read it to them, to all the guests who belong to each cabin number and then also took the same golf cart number. Then all the guests went outside to find their golf cart numbers.

With a smile full of excitement, Emily explained that she had come to register as the fiancé of Edward, a guest who had already checked in. “Edward?” Adelia furrowed her brow. “Yes, that's right ... Edward Ofel ...” Adelia immediately looked at the guest book and searched for Edward's name with a racing heart. Adelia was a little surprised not to find the name. “Umm, wait a minute.” Seeing Adelia's slightly awkward reaction, Emily said once more. “Edward Ofel, he should have checked in, right? Try checking once more, maybe there's a mistake?” “Oh, I see. Thank you for the information. I will check the guest data immediately. Adelia began typing some informatio

She’s right there. He walked in. The reception area was small and bright, a young woman behind the desk who looked up from her computer as he came through the door with a practised, welcoming smile. “Hi there. Checking in?” “No,” Daniel said, setting his bag down. “I’m looking for someone who’s staying here. A guest. Her name is Lena — Lena Moreau.” The woman’s expression shifted slightly — not unfriendly, but careful. “I’m not really supposed to confirm—”

A few of the more sheepish coworkers quickly dropped their heads. I tapped my phone again and pulled up the second video. The timestamp was clear: 8:00 p.m. sharp. The footage showed Madison breezing through my front door, followed by Mr. Gabelman, the two of them all over each other like they owned the place. Condom wrappers of all varieties were carelessly tossed onto the floor. They acted like it was their own home.

He immediately pulled out a register and slapped it on the counter. “We’re not here for an official visit. We are just looking for a book.” He darted his gaze to the register. “Fill it.” He said and dropped a pen on the book. I grabbed the pen and looked at the register. It contained the names and addresses of people who had dropped by including the time they checked in. The pen was suddenly snatched from my grasp and before I realized it, Miles was writing in the old book. He wrote his full name and filled in the other details.

Tanong ni Trinity sa receptionist ng hotel. I stunned. We are in the same hotel!? Umiling-iling ito. "I'm sorry, Maam, but we don't give our guests' information." Desidido siya na maisulat ang balitang ito. She would go beyond just to make sure she will get it.

The young woman behind the counter smiled pleasantly. "How can I help you?" "I am looking for a guest," I said, keeping my voice calm. "Her name is Beatrice. I am not sure of her last name, but she is in her fifties, slim, always very elegant." The woman's smile didn't waver, but her eyes became guarded. "I am sorry, ma'am, but we can't give out information about our guests. Privacy policy." "I understand, but this is important. She is an old family friend, and I just saw her, but I lost track of her in the gardens. I just want to reconnect."

Margareth POV "Excuse me, Miss. Mandy. I'd like to meet the CEO. Is he busy?" I bravely approached the secretary and uttered my true purpose in the office. "Let me check after you fill this guest book." The straight hair woman with fascinating visual uttered and gave the guest book to me along with the blue pen. I nodded and filled out the data in the guest book carefully. Once I had finished, I returned it to her by saying, "Here it is."